15 years already? Man, time flies.
1991, Santa Maria, California. Assistant sports editor of the Santa Maria Times. Life as I know it today was 180 degrees in the other direction. I remember running laps at Hancock College listening to Ten in my Sony walkman. Hey, y'all, remember those?! There was no Internet as we know it today. I firmly believed I'd never ever leave California, and yet now I'll never live there again. George Bush was still president. Magic Johnson was still making triple-doubles. The Red Hot Chili Peppers hadn't gone national yet; they were still "ours," as Californians would like to believe. Years away from Timothy McVeigh, the '93 World Trade Center and 911.
As for Ten, "Jeremy" is one of those videos that kicked my ass, memerized the hell out of me, and it still ranks in the pantheon of emotional storytelling videos.
The memory Ten most elicits is that Hancock College track and me running circles with a walkman. And if it was 1991, I was covering one of the best female juco hoop players in the country, Tania Brunton, whose New Zealand brogue was so thick that I misquoted her once.
"Coach brings out the beast in me," is what I thought she said and what I wrote in the paper.
Few days later she comes up to me and laughs, "Songbird, what I meant is that Coach brings out the beast in me."
"Yeah, Tania, that's what I wrote."
"No, Songbird, beast."
"Yeah, beast."
"No, b-e-s-t."
"Best?"
"Yes, beast"
And we had a good laugh about it because really, it's the same thing. She was a beast on the court.
Funny how a thread can take you back to a specific moment.